He eyed my driver’s license. As he handed it back, he replied, “I’m not at liberty to say.”

“That answers my question.” I then knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Samantha called.

My stomach clenched nervously, which made me feel like a pussy. I pushed through the door. Sitting at her desk, Samantha once again looked polished and pressed like ATF Agent Barbie. Our eyes met, and we stared at each other. She broke the stare by rising out of her chair. “Can I help you, Bishop?”

“Yeah. You can tell me what Hulk Hogan is doing outside your door.”

“It’s nothing you need to be concerned with.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Let me guess. It’s confidential or whatever bullshit it is you don’t tell civilians like me.”

“It’s something like that.” While she appeared cool, calm, and collected, I could tell that deep down she was on edge.

“Whatever.” I tossed the folder with the depositions onto her desk. “Rev asked me to bring those over. It’s all the officers.”

“Good. Thank you.”

“Yeah, whatever. You’re welcome.”

“So you got home today?”

“A little while ago.”

“I’m glad to hear they didn’t drag their feet on letting you guys out.”

“No. It was pretty quick.”

As we stood there talking like strangers, I couldn’t help shaking my head.

“What is it?” Sam asked.

“I was just wondering how the fuck we got to this point of being like strangers.”

She looked down at the floor. “Oh.”

“I guess if we’re acting like this, there wasn’t much there to begin with, huh?”

“I disagree,” Sam said.

“Do you?”

“I think there’s always been something strong between us. Even from the first time we met.”

“Maybe. But for the most part it was all about the physical.”

“There was always a strong physical attraction between us, but that wasn’t it.”

“The physical’s the one thing that never changed.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the fact that you changed when you lied to me.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “I lied to you about one thing—one fucking thing.”

“It was a pretty big thing.”

“Everything else was me, Bishop. Through all the long conversations on the phone and at dinner, that was me. Whenever I was with you at the clubhouse, that was me.”

“The most important thing in my world is loyalty, and you trampled all over that.”

Her dark eyes flashed. “Fuck you, Bishop!”

With a smirk, I said, “Wouldn’t you love to one last time? To have me make you come like I always did.”

“You should leave. Now.”

“And not be a good boy and satisfy you?”

Samantha’s expression was one of disgust. “I hate you. I seriously despise everything you are.”

“But you still want me.”

She cocked her eyebrows. “Considering the bulge in your jeans, I’d say you want me pretty bad, too, although I’m sure you hate yourself for it. Just like I do.”

Yeah, I do. “I want the old Samantha—the woman who made me fall for her.”

“We’re the same person, you arrogant, stubborn prick!”

That was my undoing. As I crossed the room in two long strides, Samantha started around the side of her desk. We crashed together and the next few minutes were a complete blur, a tangle of lips, arms, and legs. She brought her hand between us to cup my throbbing dick. It had been rock hard before she even touched me. “Please,” she murmured against my lips.

Taking her by the shoulders, I turned her around and bent her over her desk. I pushed the hem of her skirt up and almost came in my pants at the sight of her sexy garters. I tore her flimsy panties down her thighs. My hands quickly unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down.

When Samantha tried to turn to face me, I shook my head. “No. We do it this way. It’s only fucking.” Placing my hand on her shoulder, I pushed her down. I used my free hand to guide my dick to her pussy. Finding her wet and ready for me, I plunged into her, causing both of us to shout. Oh fuck, I was going to miss her pussy. So warm. So tight.

When I began pounding relentlessly in and out of her, Samantha gripped the front of the desk.

“Agent Vargas? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Samantha panted.

“Do you need me to—”

“Just stay outside, Tomkins.”

“I have my orders, Agent.”

“She’s more than fine, because I’m fucking her brains out. Okay?” I shouted.

When Sam moaned in pleasure, Tomkins finally got the message and left us alone. The only sound from then on was our sweat-slickened skin slapping together. As I got close to coming, I realized Samantha hadn’t come yet. Part of me didn’t give a fuck if she got off, but the other part of me didn’t want her to remember our last time as me not getting her off. So I reached around to stroke her clit. Over and over, I massaged it until I felt her walls tensing around me. “Oh, Bishop!” she cried as she went over. Then I brought both of my hands to grip her hips. I pulled her back against my thrusts. It wasn’t long before I came, cursing and then shouting her name.

Panting, I collapsed over Sam’s back. I stayed that way for a few seconds while I caught my breath. When I realized what we had just done, I winced. “Fucking hell,” I muttered. I quickly pulled out of Sam, and once again winced at the fact that I hadn’t put on a condom in the moment.